People in Yanziwu believe that a teacher is a father for life. Wang Dong is Fang Huwei's disciple, so Fang Huwei is his father.
He and Fang Yixing are not only fellow apprentices, but also brothers.
It’s not about whose life is more precious than anyone else, nor is it about who has more right to live than anyone else.
Wang Dong also has his own family, including his wife and children. In the eyes of his wife and children, his life is more precious than Fang Yixing's, and his life is more important than anything else.
Wang Dong was willing to buy his senior a minute, or maybe thirty seconds-----
Value friendship over life and death.
This is Wang Dong’s way of repaying his gratitude.
Rough and deep.
The black Buick car flew briefly in the air. Because there was a knife stuck in his head and the handle of the knife was still clamped on the iron sheet on the roof, Wang Dong's body was not thrown into the air after he unbuckled his seat belt.
Bang!
The man and the car fell into the ditch at the same time. The ditch was deep and narrow, and it was difficult for the car to turn over once it was stuck.
The black-robed man touched the roof of the car with his toes and jumped high into the air. His black robe fluttered in the wind, like a flying bat.
He really looked like that black animal, and his ability to stay in the air was amazing. The black robe flew a very long distance in the air before landing lightly on the ground.
There is no splash of mud or water under your feet, no residual snow falls, and no traces are left when you step on the snow.
Fang Yixing rushed forward as fast as he could, but he still couldn't catch up with the speed of the tragedy.
When he jumped into the deep ditch, pulled out the long knife from the roof of the car, and dragged Wang Dong's body out of the car, Wang Dong's head and body were already stained red with his own blood.
His eyes were wide open, blood poured into his eye sockets, and the whites of his eyes turned blood red.
Extremely unwilling.
"Wang Dong-----"
Fang Yixing hugged Wang Dong tightly to help warm his gradually cooling body temperature.
When a person dies, the heat dissipates.
Fang Yixing didn't feel sad for too long because he had more important things to do.
He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped Wang Dong's eyes, wiping the blood out of his eyes. But because there was a big hole on his head, the hole was still bleeding. As soon as he wiped it clean, the blood rushed in again and dyed his eyes red.
Therefore, Fang Yixing could only force him to close his eyes.
He took off his woolen coat and covered Wang Dong's head, face and body with it.
Then, he picked up the long knife on the ground that the man in black robe used to cut the iron sheet and inserted it into Wang Dong's skull, pulled off the tie around his neck and tied it around his arms again and again.
Finally, he tied the tie into a knot, and the knife merged into his body.
Fang Yixing stood up and stood in front of the man in black robe again.
The man in black robe raised his head, and the eye hidden by the black hat was as cold and vicious as a wild beast.
He looked at Fang Yixing and said, "People from Yanziwu -- aren't they afraid of death?"
"I'm afraid of death." Fang Yixing said. "It's so good to be alive. No one wants to die."
"Why isn't he afraid?" asked the man in black robe, pointing at Wang Dong lying on the ground.
"His name is Wang Dong, and he was originally a beggar. When he was about to be crippled, my father rescued him from the underground beggar gang, and he has since become a member of our Fang family."
"His life was given by my father, and his dignity was also given by my father. We gave him life, so he gave my Fang family a life in his own way. We gave him the dignity to live, so he chose to die with dignity."
Fang Yixing looked at Wang Dong and said softly, "He is a hero. After his death, his body will be buried in our Fang family's ancestral tomb, and his spirit tablet will be enshrined in our Fang family's ancestral temple. As long as the Fang family continues to cultivate the bloodline, his incense will not be extinguished."
It was an explanation to the man in black robe, but more like a statement to Wang Dong about the guarantee he could give.
Heroes appreciate heroes. Wang Dong gave his life to save him, so he was not stingy in giving the most important thing he could give, which was also the thing Wang Dong cared about the most.
The black-robed man pondered for a long time, then said in a hoarse voice, "The dignity of living, a free life, and an ancestral tomb and ancestral temple - it's really enviable. I don't have any of these things. A lonely ghost like me will be thrown into the wilderness or a mass grave after death, and my body will be torn apart and eaten by vultures or wild dogs. There will be no ancestral tomb to bury me, and no incense to burn - no wonder he was willing to die to save you."
After a pause, the black-robed man continued, "So, what about Zhou Fan? He is a greedy, cowardly, selfish and cold person. I chose him because I thought he was the same type as me. Why did he choose that way? He would rather sacrifice himself than poison the soup? Why was he willing to die for you?"
Fang Yixing had a proud and gentle smile on his face and said loudly: "Do you know what home is?"
"Home?" The man in black robe thought about it seriously. He really didn't know what home was. What exactly is home? Is it a house that can protect you from wind and rain? Is it a pile of luxurious and high-end furniture
Or, provide you with a different woman every day
"Home is a family. It's only when there are people that there is a home. When you get home from get off work, your wife has already prepared meals and made chicken soup. When you go out for something, your son will call you again and again, asking why your dad hasn't come back yet. You eat at the same table, you scold your son for his naughty behavior, and you teach your daughter to study hard. Even if other parents come to your house, you, as a father, stand up to apologize to them or argue with them."
Fang Yixing's smile was gentle, but his eyes began to become moist.
The wife he refers to is his wife, and the son he refers to is his son.
The "people" he was talking about were his family.
I probably won't have the chance to enjoy such happiness again
"You are right. Zhou Fan is indeed the kind of person you described. He is the same type of person as you in terms of personality. However, he cannot betray his wife and children, and cannot abandon his family and happiness. He has experienced it and enjoyed it. People who have experienced it and enjoyed it will never be like you again - thinking and behaving like animals. He bravely told the truth and saved the Fang family, and the Fang family also gave him tolerance and understanding, and gave him a complete family -"
The man in black robe nodded and said, "You taught me a lesson. What you said are things I have never experienced or enjoyed, but they sound very comfortable - I am unwilling to give up my life, I want to live hard. Therefore, I have lived my life for others and for killing people."
The man in black robe looked at Fang Yixing and said, "I respect you and I gave you a chance. Unfortunately, no one has come to save you until now. I'm sorry."
"No need to apologize." Fang Yixing shook his head and said, "I don't accept your apology. You don't need to give me a chance. I don't need any chance from you."
"I know you came for my son, which is more distressing than coming for me. I am not very capable as a father, and I can't do much when my son is in danger. However, I have learned some Kung Fu before. I can't help him, so I will use up some of your strength for him."
The hatred and malice in the black-robed man's eyes disappeared completely. His voice was still hoarse and unpleasant, but he said in an extremely serious tone: "I like to torture people, but I won't torture you. You will die quickly."
Fang Yixing did not say thank you. He would not say thank you to such a person.
He tightened the long sword in his hand, lowered his body, and rushed towards the man in black robe.
Click, click, click----
The leather shoes on my feet stepped on the hard snow, making the accumulated white snow crackle.
He rushed to the man in black robe and chopped at his head with a knife.
Machete!
This is the simplest and most ferocious sword technique.
It was the sword skills of the Zhao family of Yanziwu. After that incident, he had made countless attempts, and this was just one of his countless failures.
The Fang family excels in Tai Chi, and Fang's Tai Chi has a very high status in the inner world.
However, Tai Chi requires energy. Tai Chi without energy is just fancy Tai Chi.
Some Tai Chi masters can knock people down even without the need for Qi, just skills. However, Fang Yixing knew very well that with his Tai Chi skills without Qi, facing an opponent like the man in black robes, he would have no choice but to die.
He didn't think about winning, he just wanted to fight to the death.
The sword energy is sharp, fierce and decisive.
The whistling cool wind was cut off by the knife, and even the body became hot.
Fang Yixing could only exert 70% of the power of this sword, but because he was filled with murderous intent, it had an additional terrifying power.
call----
The black robe shook, and the man in black robe flew up into the air and began to retreat rapidly.
He actually chose to retreat!
A knife that can kill you or put you to death can naturally instill fear in people.
Fang Yixing just wanted to chop out this blow.
Fang Yixing thought that he could only strike with this one blow.
As the man in black robe retreated, his fighting spirit became stronger again.
The long knife tied to the base of his palm and arm made a sharp sound, looking forward to the moment of drinking blood and sealing his throat.
Fang Yixing rushed forward, chasing after the man in black robe.
One retreats, the other attacks.
Fang Yixing ran faster and faster, until his feet were no longer touching the ground and his body leaped high into the air.
Another knife chopped over!
Still a machete!
A machete that attacks but has no defense, and goes without returning.
Snapped!
The man in black robe swung his long sleeves, and a long black cloth covered Fang Yixing.
Fang Yixing did not dodge or evade, but slashed at the black cloth with his knife.
Hiss-----
Fang Yixing cut a huge hole in the black cloth with his sword, but Fang Yixing's body was kicked away by the black-robed man's leg that stretched out from below.
thump-----
Fang Yixing was hit in the abdomen and fell to the ground, sliding backwards on the snow.
He slid for a very long time, until the inertia disappeared and his body finally stopped.
There was a sweet feeling in the throat and a large amount of blood vomited out.
"The man is not dead, and the knife is not lost." Fang Yixing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. The long knife was still tied to his arm. He thought to himself, "I can chop it again."
(PS: Thank you for the 10,000-yuan reward from brother Lu who loves diving. Hello, brother Lu! Thank you for the 10,000-yuan reward from the rich Xingye Xie. It has soared to the twelfth place on the reward list in just a few days!) (To be continued)